"Well if you must know, I found it quite sexy too, sitting with you like that. Is that the wrong thing to say?" "No, Jenny, it's not the wrong thing t...o say, not by a bloody long chalk." The leisurely drive down to the cottage gave me time to get her up to date about the cottage. We owned it jointly since it was left to us in our parent's will. But at the time of their deaths in a car crash, we were both settled quite nicely in our own places in the city; so neither of us really wanted to do. Didi amar dike pechon phire nijer kurta ta khule niyechilo aar amar chokher samne didir bra te Dhaka mayee gulo chilo. Rozkar moton ami T.V.dekhchilam aar chokh ghuriye didi ke dekhchilam. Hatat didi samner dike dewale lagano aina te dekhte pelo je ami tar dike haan kore dekhchee. Didi dekhlo je ami tar bar Dhaka mayee gulo dike takiye achee. Phere ainar modheye amar aar didi cholh mile gelo. Ami lajja peye amar chokh ta ghuriye abar T.V. dekhte laglam. Amar buk ta dhar phar korchilo. Ami. Leslie was coming to the clinic at Little Rock. Her life would change. She had decided to take a medical leave of absence and let the company take up most of the medical costs of the new treatment. After all she was going to die without the therapy. Leslie had been in and out of hospitals all her life. Working in them was a constant battle to not get caught up in making them her only interest. She had gotten involved in little theater and community stuff just as a defense against burn. The lady was dressed in what was to find out later tights. Three quarter length skirt a blouse of light pink cotton a jacket black and business like black heeled shoes which I found so lovely. I would end up kissing these shoes. For helping this woman I was invited to a café for a rewarding cuppa. We talked finding we had similar interests in the arts and reading. One thing led to another as the saying goes. And the lady invited me back to her place to see what reading material she had.So a.